New beginnings...

New promises made-
Together life we adore
with trust and amour;

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Endless troubles?
After a dark, cold night
hope rises again
 

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Devoid of all mirth,
barren was mother earth;
behold green rebirth.

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This post is shared with Haikuheights and this week's prompt is NEW.

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Snow

Along frosty path,

as silver dreams float above,
heart seeks warmth in love.

This post is shared with Haikuheights and this week's prompt is snow.

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Dream-train

55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty five words excluding the title.

 

 Waiting to board the train, Susan smiled thinking of all those tedious hours of training under her coach's watchful eyes. It was designed to make her limber and stronger. Soon she would be in the national team. Little did she know a bomb was aboard too, ticking away waiting to detonate dozens of such dreams...

This post is shared with 3WW and the words for this week are Detonate, Limber & Tedious.

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Echo of my soul

Standing on a hill,

feeling dwarfish, lonely

 my heart screams out.

My heart screams out-

a mighty roar I hear,

echo of my soul

Echo of my soul -

saga of hardship and hope,

epic life journey

Epic life journey-

fleeting before my eyes

mind smiles softly.

Mind smiles softly,

distant dreams yet to catch

standing on a hill.

  This post is shared with 3WW and the words for this week are Echo, Hardship & Softly.

A knock on my door...

Ever since I moved to our home in San Diego after marriage, I have had a bunch of special visitors. They religiously drop by for a hello almost every day. We exchange pleasantries silently at times and chirpily on most occasions. It helps that there are quite a few trees that dot the landscape in our apartment apart from shrubs and bushes. By now you must have guessed, my  special visitors are of the winged variety :-) So I have robins, house sparrows and pigeons who like to relax for a while in our patio. Mind you they are camera-shy and my repeated attempts to get them to pose for a quick snap have failed miserably.

However, I did manage to strike a deal with one of them. So when this pigeon sought to hide from its pursuer on a hot afternoon in our patio, I managed to get a couple of candid shots in exchange for refuge ;-)

 As for my other winged friends, they continue to drop by to quench their thirst from the water in the saucers that are placed underneath my potted plants. Someday I hope to shoot their portfolios, till then its just candid conversations. Their early morning choir is another regular feature of my typical day. I sometimes enjoy watching them silently as they fly around chasing one another engrossed in their versions of hide and seek. In fact, yesterday they had some special performance in the intervals of their game. The tiny little humming birds flitted around here and there, even hovering mid air displaying their colorful plumage. It was a well choreographed performance, worthy of a packed audience. If only I could capture it on camera, sigh!!  Thank you my winged friends for the wonderful company you keep me :-)

Hawaiian hula

Plumeria flowers adorning her hair

lent a divine fragrance to the air.

To the strains of the ukulele -

She crooned tales of her land,

Of warm pacific waters and placid bays,

Of endless stretches of colored sand...

She sang of the magical land of Hawaii.

of the sun, the sand and the sea,

 of the mountains and the valleys,

of the forests and the greenery,

of nature and her beauties,

of life and its mysteries...

As the fire crackled and the night fell,

she wove a dream, a lyrical spell...

She sang of the kingdom of yore,

of long gone but still revered tribal chiefs;

She then hummed about the coral reefs,

of the world underwater that one could explore...

She sang about the dolphins and whales,

of turtles and sea-life, she sang exotic tales...

She had her chorus in the breeze and ocean,

"Aloha" they seemed to sing in unison...

Ethereal night and the soulful melody

unburdened the mind of melancholy.

The heart swayed to the hula rhythm

Oh the rhapsody was blithesome!!

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Stringed melody

Magical was the tune
when with the strings his fingers played.
One felt over the moon
when the sitar melody was relayed

His fluid string-play,
those enchanting notes high and low
won him worldwide accolades.
Sitar to the world he showcased;
His music the world embraced
honoring him as "The Sitar Maestro"



A tribute to Pt.Ravishankar (7 April 1920 – 11 December 2012) who was instrumental in getting the world's attention to Indian Classical Music.

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Silver shores

It was a lovely evening with the sun just signing off for the day leaving behind a multi-hued horizon. The setting couldn't have been more perfect for a party. Sunil's eyes only sought out Malini and there she was in the middle of  friendly banter with her college group. She looked mesmerizing in a blue saree that seemed to twinkle with tiny silver stars. Malini was laughing her heart out at some comment that Neil had made.Oh boy, that tinkling laughter always felt like heavenly music to Sunil's ears. Suman, Madhu and Nikhil were laughing as well. Yet his ears picked out Malini's laughter alone. On any other day that laughter could instantly relieve all his tensions and ease his heart. But not today.

Today all Sunil could feel was his heart pounding, it was so loud that he wondered how no one else had heard it. His lips were already parched and he could hardly gather his thoughts. He wanted to walk over and join in the conversation. But he could only stand gazing at Malini as if he were welded to the floor. He was hardly listening to his buddy Kiran who was animatedly talking about his plans for a road-trip. Kiran sensed that Sunil was lost elsewhere and mockingly shook Sunil saying "Hey, seems like you are already roaring away on our road-trip man".
 "Umm what? Did you say something " said Sunil.
 "Wake up Sunil. I didn't know you still slept with eyes open".
 "Oh its been a long day and I'm just a little tired, why don't we sit down and then you can tell me all about your newest plan", so saying Sunil plonked himself on a chair.

Soon a few other friends joined in and for a while Sunil forgot all his worries. Suddenly there was pin-drop silence and Neil was announcing to the crowd "May I have your attention ladies and gentlemen? It's now time to witness what we all have gathered here for. I have beside me the gorgeous as always Malini. I'd like Sunil to come over as well please".

Sunil was wondering how Neil knew about him and Malini. He was muttering something angrily under his breath when Kiran tugged his jacket "Come, let's go on to the front, you are the star of the evening".
A dazed Sunil replied "What? Yes... No".
"Hey are you alright? You have been behaving strangely all evening", asked a confused Kiran.
"Ummm, no...yes....no... Of-course, I must be!!" said Sunil.  "Am I not crazy to marry her a second time after all these years? So what if we had promised ourselves that we would renew our vows after twenty five years? ". "I am making a fool of myself in front of my kids. Oh why did I  agree to this?", moaned Sunil.
"Alright I admit you are crazy and foolish if that pleases you. Now come on, Malini is waiting for you", so saying Kiran dragged Sunil along.


Sunil and Malini renewed their marital vows amidst their friends and family just as they had promised each other 25 years ago at the very beach Sunil had first proposed to Malini.

The silver moon smiled shyly as the "newly-weds" were lost in their own world on the silver shores as a medley of their favorite songs was playing in the background.


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Autumn lesson

Paths dotted with red and yellow

leaves dry and past their days;

some still clinging on to the willow,

hoping to stay for another morrow.

Nature posing in her colorful attire.

Man failing to see the true picture.

 

Its about holding on, yet letting go

when life asks you to part ways.

Life swings between yes and no;

between a fresh start and an end,

certainly between joy and sorrow.

So beyond the mundane, transcend.

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